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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

"Where did a nice girl like you...?"

I know that you can’t quite believe everything that’s said in the heat of the moment, but when he growled out the rhetorical question I couldn’t help myself, I had to smile. I looked up at him spread out before me, my mouth filled with his delicious tumescence while my hands travelled the length of his arching body, and contemplated if he knew just how much I enjoyed giving this kind of pleasure.

I’m unsure if I’m all that exceptional in this area but, every now and then, it’s nice to hear my talents being appreciated.